Bella's brows twitched. "Of course…" she muttered under her breath. "Birds of a feather flock together."
She saved the girl's profile to her secret folder, tucking it away for later.
Hugging her knees up to her chest, Bella rested her chin on top of them.
Next morning…
Bella knew deep in her heart that tonight Leonardo was going to have dinner with Stella. Her only hope — the tiny hope that stopped her chest from caving in was that he would tell her himself. Just once, she wanted him to trust her with the truth, not hide behind cold silence or half-lies.
When Leo came down from the stairs, he looked effortlessly sharp as always his black dress shirt hugging his broad shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms.
His gaze locked on the little bunny curled up on the couch, phone balanced on her knee. She looked so small against the plush cushions, but her eyes — those soft brown eyes were glinting sharply, locked on her screen.
